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DISCLAIMER: Some folks
apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality. This story
is a fantasy. It didn't happen. Never will. And anyone who attempts to do in
real life all or any of the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged,
then drawn and quartered, and then turned over to the cops for the harshest
penalties the law allows. After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order
and the news say is true about child molesters in prison, is really true.
Now that we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.

SPECIAL
NOTE: As with Incest Tales 15 (The Velvet Rope), this started life at Mr.
Double's Palisade in a story called Girl Lover (Serve and Protect), by Ron's
World, copyrighted and posted there by Ron's World in 2002. RW thought that
this story might be fun (cum-filled, of course) as a M/b story, instead of the
M/g it originally was. I agreed. There are six stories in this series, so I'm
retaining the numbering of the originals, even if the M/b versions aren't
posted in correct numerical order. You can thank RW, as I do, at ronsworld4200
AT hotmail DOT com. Oh...and RW has just posted the first two chapters of the
very first Ron's World M/b story at Mr. Double. If you don't have access to
that site, maybe a little groveling will get a copy sent to you by email. It's
definitely worth jacking to.

SERVE AND PROTECT

I had been
put on administrative duty due to an officer involved shooting. I was the
officer, and damn, was I involved. I shot a crack head, apparently out of his
mind on his own product, since he was running at an armed police officer,
waving a big ass knife, in front of three witnesses. Of course, the witnesses
were not of the type generally considered reliable, since two were addicts, at
the scene to score a fix or three, depending on the cash they'd managed to
earn, beg, borrow or steal. The third was a rival dealer who'd set up what was
intended to be a fairly quiet bust of the crack head, a/k/a the piece of street
shit the rival wanted the police to scoop up and put away. Unfortunately for
them, they couldn't do the roach thing and scuttle out of the light and
disappear into the walls. I knew who they were. And they knew it, and knew
what would eventually happen to them if they fucked me over.

So three
brave citizens came forward to give statements and swear that it had been a
righteous shooting. So this time around, it was really a pretty cut and dried
thing for me. Not like last time with the howling do-gooders raising questions
of police brutality for an officer defending himself. Unfortunately, the
department's policy always puts you on two weeks administrative leave, minimum,
while they're investigating. That was also enough time for you to get your
head shrunk if you killed him. I didn't. One round in the shoulder of the arm
wielding the knife; the second round in the other shoulder since I was
absolutely, positively, without the slightest shadow of a doubt certain that he
started to toss the knife into his left hand to keep on coming at me, internal
affairs shit head, sir! So even though he had a big-ass knife, I had a
bigger-ass gun, and I don't think he's going to be using either arm for
attacking cops anytime soon. Or, actually, doing fucking much of anything
except maybe moving his hands real gentle to jack off. No one's told me how
much mobility or dexterity his paid-for-by-my-damn-tax-dollars doctors say he
will recover in either arm. Not that I give a shit.

I didn't
expect any problem with IA, but to add to the hell of working a desk, today I
got tapped to be sent into a circle of hell way the fuck further in. An elementary
school to tell the little kiddies that drugs and violence are very bad things.
Well, they are very bad things, of course, but this was going to be hard for
me.

Or rather a
hardon for me. Near permanent while I was there, too, unless I controlled myself
and kept my dick down with a mental dose of hardon killing images.

I try to
avoid elementary and junior high schools because of the high concentration of
eye candy there. I love to look at pre-teen and young teen boys. They make me
so fucking hot I'm afraid that one day I'm going to blow a gasket and rape
one. Just the thought of being in an old-fashioned, private,
elementary, all the way through eighth grade, nothing but boys school,
surrounded by hotties and not so hotties from five or so all the way up to twelve
or thirteen, max, makes my cock throb, my knob leak, and kicks my imagination
into overdrive. It was gonna kill me if I had to actually go there. So I
begged and whimpered and whined as much as a six-two, hundred and ninety pound,
burly dago cop can get away with when asking for a change of assignment.

And got the
result I expected. God (Captain Braverman) expects every lowly admin-duty cop
to do his duty. And to do it fucking well, though God is a good right wing
Christian leader who doesn't proselytize (much!) and always avoids the
depravity of the foul language his sinful subordinates so often engage in. His
own son, the son of God, a/k/a God, Jr., throughout the precinct--the boy is a
twelve year old smug, self-righteous, arrogant little prick--(change the age,
change the "little" and you have a portrait of his father) is a student there.
Disgracing God in front of His son, or anywhere near his son, such as somewhere
in the same building, by engaging in inappropriate behavior and/or "unprofessional"
language was the ultimate no-no. Worse than shooting a crack head or three.
Go figure.

I stopped by
the admin center to pick up a box of supplies for the squad room on my way to
the school. After stalling for as long as possible, bullshitting with the
civilian employees, bitching with the cops about going around the fucking bend
sitting behind a desk instead of being out on the street where I belonged, I
finally gave up. I threw the box of supplies into the back passenger seat and
drove to the school. I was to speak in a classroom of fourth graders during
their last class of the day.

Unless they're
marred in some way by the life they've had to lead, kids under the age of about
15 all pretty much love cops. It's nice when they look up at you like you're a
god, especially the little boys. Especially the really little ones who
first have to look at your bulging crotch on the way to looking up to and at
you. I pulled up to the school, or as God refers to it, the effing academy,
during recess. I parked the squad car behind the school in a loading zone.
The kids could see the car from the playground and they all ran up to the fence
and started yelling. I locked the car and went into the school to find Mr.
Logan, the teacher of the class I was scheduled to address.

I found Mr.
Logan in his office, introduced myself. We made small talk, very small
talk since he was kind of harried and distracted. He kept turning his head
with a soft "sorry" injected into his words, and looking up at the sky. Okay,
so it looked like it might rain, and he was dithering about whether to bring
the children in early. I'd already taken in the office the moment I entered.
Neat. Fucking proverbial pin fucking neat. I hate neat, organized, everything
in its goddamn place, people. What an anal retentive little fuck, and all over
the possibility of rain. So what the fuck if it did rain? Those kids weren't
going to melt if they got wet. At worst they might get completely soaked, and
I might have to take a couple of the boys into a restroom, strip them naked so
their clothes could be sent somewhere to be dried, while I dried their little
bodies, rubbing them all over with a blanket, or a big towel, especially their
little pricklets and little balls, to get them all warmed up. And stiff. And
eager to see what that big mound was in Officer Rick's pants. And.... I broke
it off. Sighed quietly. It was going to be a long, long, long
afternoon.

The recess bell
shattered the quiet we'd established, him with his weather worries, me with my
hardon inducing fantasies. And the images I was using to try to kill the
hardon weren't having a hell of a lot of effect, when my dick knew we were
heading for pussy boy eye candyland. I had no choice but to stand when he did,
and as he came around his desk I would be willing to swear he took in the
half-hard pushing out my uniform trousers, and let his eyes linger there just a
bit too long. But I could have been wrong. Mr. Logan led the way to the
classroom.

He had me
sit in a chair on a little raised dais/platform thing. Not behind his desk,
which was off to one side by the windows anyway, but still--I could have
given my talk from there. Not behind a podium, either. Out in the open,
completely visible to all the little darlings. Comfuckingpletely vulnerable.
We watched the children parade in, me seated, Mr. Logan standing to my left and
slightly behind me. My paranoia imagined him placing himself where he could
discreetly look down at my crotch to see if he could catch my inner pervert
making its way out into the open and make a citizen's arrest or something.

There were a
few nice little honey boys that caught my attention, but I did my damnedest to ignore
them. With no noticeable degree of success as far as I was concerned, but
since Mr. Logan wasn't screaming--for some reason I envisioned the fussy little
man screaming rather than shouting--perhaps I was doing better at the ignoring
than I thought. This particular school was a greater danger to me than most.
The children wore uniforms, even down to the shoes. The boys wore those cute very
short grey shorts in warm weather, like now, with white button down shirts,
a dark red tie, a dark blue blazer, grey knee socks and highly polished black
loafers. Definitely the making of any man's schoolboy fantasy, what with the
uniform giving it a touch of old-fashioned upper crust English private schools.

And I had
plenty of boy fuck fantasies set in a private English boys' school.

And then he
sat down. Right in front of me, the little shit. In one of those desk chairs
where the desktop wasn't permanently fixed in place so you had to squeeze to
get in and sit down. This was the kind where you sat down, reached down the
right side (or left side--they actually had chairs designed for kids who wrote
left-handed), pulled the top up and forward, and then lowered it the ninety
degrees so it was across your lap and you could write. Which is what most of
them were doing. Except the little darling shit in front of me. He set his book
bag next to the chair, straightened up, crossed his arms over his chest, and
then slouched just the tiniest bit. Pushing his shorts-clad bottom a little
forward in the seat, pushing his crotch just the tiniest bit up and out.

Shit.

The boy had
long dark hair that he wore in a thick ponytail that reached just past his
shoulders in back. Christ but he would look so fucking hot on his back,
my cock buried in his boy cunt, and that thick gorgeous hair spread out over
the pillows. He had nice slender long legs. (All the better to drape over my
shoulders.) He had a cute little button nose (all the better to sniff my musky
pubes when my cock was down his throat) and large dark brown eyes (all the
better to widen when I shoved my meat into his pussy). He smiled at me when he
caught me looking him over. I crossed my legs to hide my burgeoning erection
and looked away from him. I heard his soft giggle. I am not a saint, by any
means, but I did try.

I was about
to start the talk when God, Jr., made an entrance. He must have inherited it
from his father, who always posed, quite poised, in the entryway so everyone
could look at him, could focus on God's awful power and majesty, had time to
remember how he could fuck your career, before walking in, basking in the
properly appreciative and subservient looks he was receiving. The noise of the
old door opening naturally shifted everyone's attention, and Junior made sure
he had it by asking, "Mr. Logan, I heard one of my father's officers was
going to speak here today." Little shit. The way he emphasized those two
words also made it seem that I was one of his (Junior's)
officers. "Do you mind if I sit in?"

It was clear
that even though he should have been in some other class with students his own
age, Junior was one of those "special" boys who could pretty much do whatever
the fuck he wanted, mostly without fear of anything but the most gentle and
ineffective retribution. Probably brought on by the combination of captain cop
daddy (admired by his wealthy family and friends for his willingness to
associate with the "likes" of all of us in order to act out this somewhat odd
protect and serve notion he'd taken into his head) and equally wealthy, upper
crust Brahmin mummy, who had his back.

There was
something in Mr. Logan's eyes, a wince, maybe, as he said, "Of course, Mr.
Braverman. I will let Miss Wallace know, later, that your absence from your
physics class is excused. Now, there are some seats left b...."

He'd started
to gesture towards the back of the room, which was obviously closer to the
door, and less disruptive for him to get to. Junior was not interested in
that. There was an empty seat one row back and one seat to the left of my
nameless fuck angel. To get to it, he had to walk all the way to the front of
the classroom, cross in front of the four columns of chairs to the fifth
column, and sit in that second seat. Thus giving everyone an equal opportunity
to admire him.

I'd heard
about mummy but never seen a picture of her, though I'm sure if I were
interested in reading the society pages of the newspaper her family owned I'd
have had a surfeit of her, but it was damned clear Junior inherited very little
of his looks from God, Sr. He was dressed like the boys in the class, with one
exception. As an eighth-grader he was allowed to wear grey slacks. Perfectly tailored
grey slacks, that reinforced the subtle distinction between what he was
wearing, and the mostly off-the-rack uniforms of the other boys. Slacks that
hugged his slender boy bottom quite nicely, thank you very much, when he bent
over, ass towards me, to frigging dust off the chair before turning and
plopping...ah, excuse me, God, Jr., does not fucking "plop" anything...sitting
his ass down.

Think twelvish
young Draco Malfoy in those Potter movies, double the sleek blond smoothly
coifed good looks, quadruple the smug arrogance and surety of his assured place
in the world, and there, pretty much, you have God, Jr. A beautiful, cold
little boy who could have no real reason to be there other than to report on me
to his daddy. Who does not care for me at all, but who can do little to get
rid of me--barring a major public fuckup--because in my own way I am quite well
protected and regarded.

I started
out with the standard talk about avoiding drugs and alcohol. I tried to keep
my eyes sweeping around the room, not touching on one bright upturned face for
too long. The next time I chanced to look my little vixen's way he had cocked his
feet up on the little metal bookrack under his chair. He was slowly parting
and closing his legs, opening them a bit wider each time. I looked away, but a
moment later when I looked back I was sure there was a noticeable bulge. Not
really big, of course, since he was, what, all of ten? I looked into his eyes
and the little devil winked at me!

Looked away
and unfortunately right into the dark blue smug eyes of Junior, whose head was
finishing just the tiniest motion of turning back from looking toward the same
hottie boy I'd been looking at, or rather looking at me looking at
hottie boy. I wondered whether Junior was smart enough to pick up on why I was
looking, smart enough to give his father some preliminary ammunition to hoard
for future use. Daddy, Officer Rick, was acting so funny in class
today. All the time he was talking he kept looking at this cute boy in the
glass, a really young boy, daddy, like he couldn't keep his eyes off
him. Is Officer Rick one of those bad persons a good boy should avoid like the
fucking plague, daddy?

What with
the lure of the winking hottie and the danger of the spy, I had a hard time
keeping my mind on my speech as I transitioned into talking about violence.
Visions of me with my cock buried deep into the guts of that dark haired boy
kept intruding on my thoughts. I could almost feel my large hands grasping and
parting those slender little thighs, lifting and spreading until his ass was
just right as I guided my heat-seeking missile home. My cock was throbbing
rhythmically in my pants.

Shit!

We entered
the question and answer period after I finished speaking. The little tease in
the front row didn't raise his hand with a question, but he certainly raised his
hand nevertheless. To his crotch. Which was indeed distended. He brushed the
bulge casually, as if crumbs had landed and he was getting rid of them. I have
excellent peripheral vision. Mr. Logan had pulled up a chair for himself, and
was almost directly to my left. I saw his gaze straying towards this
particular boy more than once. He probably had a yen for him himself. The
bastard prick. Able to feast his eyes and maybe even do things, boy fucking
things, five fucking days of the week.

Junior the
spy-boy, though, gave no sign of paying attention to Mr. Logan's lustful looks
(or so I interpreted them, but that was most likely my cock talking, wild with
jealousy over anyone watching my boy). Just me.

I did my
best to ignore the boy, ignore both of the boys, but my eyes kept tracking toward
hottie, straight between his thighs. He had scooted forward even more in his
chair and his shorts were now stretched very tight over that juvenile
prick mound. I could swear I saw the outline of his young pricklet. And
Junior's eyes always seemed to be on mine whenever I looked away from that boy
crotch.

I was beginning
to sweat by the time the bell finally rang. It was the last class of the day,
so the kids were off like a shot. My little tease gave me a backward glance as
he sauntered out the door. My little spy gave me a smug, arrogant, I'm going
to tell my daddy on you and your ass is going to be well and truly burned look
before he left the room, too. I stood, turned quickly so my own thick cock
bulge might not be noticed, thanked Mr. Logan for the opportunity (pretty much
over my shoulder as I headed toward the door), and with a few, somewhat
jumbled, parting words of thanks from the still-distracted teacher, I got the
fuck outa Dodge.

My cock was
screaming for attention, so I ducked into the faculty men's room. I headed
straight into one of the stalls, nearly slamming the door behind me. I lifted
the toilet seat, unbuckled my belt, unzipped, shoved my boxers and pants down
around my ankles, tucked my shirt up so it wasn't hanging in front of me,
leaned forward so I could brace myself on the back wall, and grabbed my dick
for a fast and furious jackoff.

The soft "want
some help with that?" from behind me did not, of course, scare the shit out of
me. I was after all, an experienced police officer, well able to detect
someone approaching stealthily, so my jerking upright with a sharp gasp was
merely a professional's way of getting into position to act, and getting enough
oxygen into my lungs to enable that to happen. Not that the action was going
to be going anywhere quickly, except in a pants-at-the-ankles waddle that
started me turning around.

My ankles
also being where my holster and gun were, it was kind of difficult to shoot the
bastard, whoever the...well, shit. Logan. Holding open the door I'd forgotten
to lock. Damn but pedo jackoff fantasies fuck with the ordinary parts of your
brain, like the part that thinks of your safety, of preventing knowledge of
what you are down deep from getting up top, out and about, and keep you from
remembering to lock any fucking toilet stall door anywhere if you're going to
jack off. And then he was not just holding the door but stepping inside,
pulling it shut, and locking it. Putting us in damned tight quarters, what
with my leaking hardon standing straight out and almost touching his shirt.

I opened my
mouth to rip him a new one, but it's amazing how five little words, quietly
spoken ("damn but that's nice meat"), can change your attitude. Especially
when the words are accompanied by one soft hand wrapping around that nice meat,
rubbing it, smearing your precum around, and another soft hand is playing with
your big, loose-hanging balls. Logan had perfected an even better
attitude-adjustment technique. Squatting down, bracing his back against the
door, putting his hands on my hairy ass and pulling me forward so that my cock
was quickly buried to my bush, right down his talented throat.

I spread my
legs as wide as my pants would allow, leaned forward so my fists could grab the
top of the wooden stall door, and then started face fucking the teacher. It
was his fucking job to make sure the back of his head didn't get slammed into
and broken against the door, causing his queer brain to leak out. Not my job
at all. He quickly realized the danger he might be in (with a mouth and throat
that experienced I do not face fuck gently)and with a little
judicious wriggling and squirming he was on his knees, giving him better
balance and control.

And Christ,
but a good part of his legs from the calves down were fucking outside
the stall door. Anyone coming into that toilet would see a closed stall door
with two white knuckled fists at the top and two trouser clad legs sticking out
onto the tile floor, and there'd be no way that observer could not figure
out there was a blowjob going on behind that door. But school was over, the
kids were gone, and if Logan was willing to take that particular risk, I
decided I could, too. Skull-fucking a talented cocksucker like this teacher is
fuck all better than jacking myself. And besides, if I shut my eyes and tilted
my head up, as if I was looking away from the stall, I could fantasize it wasn't
the teacher but the student I was face fucking in a school toilet.

Or better
yet, it was the tight pre-teen pussy of the little dark haired boy I was
actually fucking, not hot teacher mouth with lips and tongue ratcheting up my
lust until just a few minutes, fuck, maybe a few seconds, later I was spewing spooge
down his throat. But while I was pumping he pushed me away slightly, not to
get rid of me, but as a lot of good cocksuckers do, getting some of that good
man seed into his mouth to enjoy the taste. He kept gently working my meat,
also as good cocksuckers do, while it softened, being sure to drain and clean
it. Fortunately, I'm not one of those men whose dick head gets super sensitive
after a cum, so I could enjoy the treatment. When he was done, I let go of the
door, straightened, and looked down.

Logan was
looking back up with a self-satisfied smile, and a blob of cum at the corner of
his mouth, resting on the hair of his oh-so-precisely-shaved and shaped goatee.
He put his finger up, scraped it off, and then obscenely, as if advertising his
ability, sucked it off. Which left us in a post-cum awkward moment. He'd
managed to get into that position (legs out under the stall door) but it would
be harder than hell to stand up without knocking me over. I backed up (waddled
back) and sat down on the toilet. He nodded politely to acknowledge my
graciousness, and then with surprisingly strong hands on my knees, levered
himself into a standing position.

And into
another awkward post-cum moment. A very good cocksucker has just given a most
excellent blowjob to a complete stranger. The cocksucker hasn't cum. The
hardon in his pants is obvious. So is the "suckee" just someone who wanted a
face to fuck, to just cum and go like the store name, or does he reciprocate,
even though he himself is not really horny at the moment, what with that cum
and all.

Okay, so
besides being a closet pedo, I'm also a closet fag--well, at least so far as the
job is concerned. No way am I coming out to the force, not with the precinct
serving primarily a wealthy, very conservative part of the city, and most of
the guys in the precinct fit in very well with the mentality, if definitely not
with the money. Besides, when a blowjob is that good, even though I was so
fucking primed for it and blasted quickly, the sucker deserves something in
return. Cocksucking is one of the few times I look up at anyone, so I looked
up at him, and let my eyes tell him, "Okay, fag, I'll do you in return, but don't
expect me to swallow."

That was a
lie, of course. The no-swallow part of the look. I love cum. My own and
others, when I can get it.

He unzipped
and hauled out a nice six inches of uncut cock, hard, leaking. He peeled the
skin back to show a thick, red, wet knob. I was opening my mouth and moving my
head forward when he asked, "Besides sucking dick, cop, you like to eat out
ass, too?"

I snapped my
head up and glared at him. He let a surprisingly wicked smile show, a smile
that changed pretty much everything about him, like a brand new personality, a
confident fag, had emerged or taken over. "Never hurts to ask, does it?"

He put his
hands on the back of my head and I...let...him pull my head forward, and
sucked him in all the way to his pubes. I've never been able to do that with a
dick anywhere near the size of mine, but he was just right. He was also as
primed as I was, even without playing with his dick while sucking me off,
because in just a few strokes he was holding my head to his crotch, blasting
cum down my throat, bent over, his belly on my head while he grunted out a
clearly very good cum.

As I also
returned the favor of cleaning him off, he took a damned big chance (I did,
after all, have his dick in my mouth) and patted me on the cheek, and said with
a wicked and smug tone to go with the earlier look, "Knew you were a fag, cop."

I stood up
and it was his turn to look way the fuck up since he was at least six or seven
inches shorter. I grabbed his balls, tight enough to both make him gasp and
let him know I meant business, used my right hand to undo his belt buckle,
unsnap his pants and reach around, shove the back of his pants and boxers down
under his butt cheeks, squeeze those smooth, soft cheeks while he held very
still, and then pushed a dry fuck you finger up his ass. He gasped loudly,
grunted. "Knew you were a fag, teach. Maybe next time I come lecture
the kiddies I can teach you how to get fucked right?"

Fucking slut
just pushed his ass back against my hand. I pulled my finger out and held my
hand in front of his face with the appropriate gesture. He gently took my
hand, lowered it a bit, and then sucked that finger right in and cleaned it of
his end of the day raunch and ass juices.

That done,
he fumbled around behind himself, found the lock, opened the door and kind of
staggered backwards into the room. We righted ourselves and our clothes, by
apparent mutual agreement ignored the wash-your-goddamned-hands-after-they've-been-on-your-dick-and-ass-you-dirty-dumb-shit
signs, and left. It was a Friday, and after all this, the halls were empty and
echoing as I made my way to the back door, leaving the building by the parking
lot where I'd parked the squad car.

I was proud
of myself. Hadn't disgraced me or the force by cumming in my uniform while
hottie boy was being a prick tease. Technically, I had sort of
disgraced the force by cumming down Logan's throat, and then sucking him off,
but that was a lot more forgiveable if we'd been caught. I'd been so sure
about Logan. But...what the fuck...I can admit it. I was wrong about Logan
being a boy lover like me. He was just a damned good dick sucker, and I'd
definitely be back, to use this throat again and try his ass out.

I pushed on
the escape bar...and saw him the minute the door opened.

My little
long haired hottie. Okay, not fucking mine, but a cop can dream. He was
standing by my squad car, his hands cupped against the passenger window, trying
to get a better look inside. I came up behind him, startling him when I spoke.

"You want to
look inside the car?"

"Yeah,
Officer. That would be great!"

We walked
around to the passenger side; I opened the door for him and he scrambled
inside. I leaned into the car, over him as he sat down, his long legs, so very
pale white and smooth between the hem of his short shorts and his knee socks,
stretched out. He introduced himself as Jesse with a smile that should have
parted all the oncoming rain clouds. I inhaled his glorious little boy scent.
My cock was getting hard again, but he wasn't looking at me.

He looked
all around the inside of the squad car as I pointed out all the gizmos and
gadgets. He wanted to play with the dashboard computer, but even with the
degree of lust blazing through my veins, I wasn't stupid enough to break that
particular rule and let him. His jacket was open, and I could see his white
shirt was of a thin cotton, almost sheer. The outline of his pointy dark boy
tits was just visible if you looked closely. I was looking closely. The wind
was picking up and I could hear thunder rolling in the distance. A storm was
approaching, and not just one of the meteorological variety. As I was talking
to him, I noticed the box in the back seat and I remembered what was inside.

I told Jesse
that I had to go. He pulled a long face and protested, but got out of the
car. I opened the back door and grabbed the box in the back seat. There were
some plastic zip ties that we use during riot control situations or other times
when we have to take a group into custody and there aren't enough handcuffs to
go around. I asked him, innocently, oh so very fucking innocently, bland-faced
friendly neighborhood cop Officer Rick, if he wanted to see how they worked. He
did. What little boy could resist?

In moments I
had his hands zip tied behind his back and I was pushing him face first into
the back passenger compartment. He giggled, a wonderful, high, little
boy's giggle that set my just drained cock to leaking again. The kid didn't have
a fucking clue how serious his situation was. I grabbed some duct tape out of
the box, ripped off a strip and when I looked up he'd managed to turn over onto
his back, his hands behind him. He said with a grin that he couldn't turn into
solemnity, and a quavering fake-afraid tone, "Oh, officer, what are you
doing?" Think of the worst kid actor you've ever heard or seen speaking a line
you couldn't believe in the time between now and when the sun goes nova, and
that would be "fearful, frightened" Jesse.

I pulled him
up by his shirt front and tie, and quickly slapped the tape over his mouth. His
eyes got really wide at that. He tried to say something behind the gag,
protests probably, maybe some pleading. Yeah, that would be fucking hot to
have him plead with me to go easy as I dicked him. The pleading should have
stopped me, but I was past the point of caring, way the fuck past. I
guess all the stress from being involved in a shooting and being under
investigation, and having my head shrunk with all the demands to express my
fucking feelings, and not having had a good session with my fuck buddy
Josh for quite a while, finally got to me. That's the only explanation I can
offer.

The only one
I'm willing to offer. The other explanation--pedo cop goes mad, fucks ten
year old kid cunt, film at eleven!--was one I preferred to keep to myself, at
least until all the shit caught up with me and that type of storm came
crashing down on my head.

Since the
back doors of the squad car can't be opened from the inside once they're
closed, my handy-dandy duct tape roll got used again, this time on the door to
keep it from closing. Jesse'd flopped over on his belly and as I got in he got
his knees up under him and used them as leverage to get as close to the other door
as he could. His head bumped the arm rest, and he stopped moving. Leaving his
wonderful, wonderful ass up in the air, like he expected what was coming.

Fuck! If
his shorts were down, if my dick was out, all I'd have to do is rest my left
knee on the seat, brace myself with my right foot in the floor well, and
gently...well, not too fucking gently...pull his boy butt back towards
me and impale his pussy.

I reached past
him to the floor behind the driver's seat, where I'd tossed the supply box. I
opened the lid and got out the item that had pushed me into...doing what I was
unquestionably about to do. One of the tubes of lubricant we use for
conducting cavity searches. It was the recollection of that item that that had
tipped the scales. I had a flash of me slathering my erect cock with the
lubricant and pressing my meat into his tight little cavity. I lost it. Despite
getting in the back seat, I'd been more than half planning on playing with him,
maybe sucking kid cock a bit, but ultimately keeping him bound and taking him
to my place. Too late. One boy hole, no waiting. I'd take him right then and
there.

I ran my
hands over his trembling legs, lifting his blazer to expose his shorts-clad
ass. He wasn't squirming away from me. I guess he was too frightened for
that. I unbuckled my utility belt and put it on the floor of the passenger side.
Got my knife out and opened it.

Slipping the
point into the fabric I gently and carefully slit the seam that ran down the
center of his slender boy butt. I tugged with my large fingers and it ripped
nice and neat. Oh, Christ. The kid was wearing tighty whiteys. I used one
finger to push between his little boy cheeks, to push that white cotton cloth
into his boy pucker, feeling the hole stretch a little as I rubbed the undies
against it, into it just a bit. He whimpered softly, but didn't move. The
trembling had almost stopped.

I used my
left hand to pull the undies up and away, and the knife sliced easily again.
There was more of a ripping sound this time as I tore open a large hole. Fuck,
but his perfect tight little ass was thrust up, goddamn begging for my touch.
Given my size I didn't have much room to maneuver in the back seat, and in
those confines I couldn't see his cunt, couldn't see what was going to
be his cunt when his virgin pussy got fucked, but when I ran my fingers over it
I found it was smooth and hairless.

"How old are
you, boy?" The words were barely out of my mouth when I realized he couldn't
very well be interrogated with his mouth taped shut. "Sorry, kid. You
eleven?"

He managed
to shake his head enough to signal a "no." "Ten?"

He managed a
tiny, tiny nod.

I gave a
nice big nod. "Oh, yeah. You got a nice tight little ass, don't ya, Jesse?
You're gonna find out now what teasing and taunting men with your ass and
pricklet and your fuckable mouth will get you. I've wanted to fuck a tight
little cunt like you for years. And now I'm going to. I'm going to fuck your
little brains out."

I released
my cock from its prison, and slathered it with lubricant, taking time to also
anoint his bald little cunt. I told myself to go slow; he was a virgin for all
his prick teasing ways, the ways that little boys pick up on. Told myself to
ease my cock into his ass as gently as I could. But to the other part of me,
the part now in control, it didn't matter. My life was already over with what
I'd just done. So when this little one gave out a loud but muffled squeal when
I breached his cunt, it wouldn't really make a difference. As my idol John
Wayne once said in some damned film or other, "A man's gotta fuck what a man's
gotta fuck." And I gotta fuck this kid.

The
proximity of tight virgin pre-teen boy cunt was fogging my brain. A real
British pea-souper. And there were weird voices in that fog, the voices of
other men, old and young, big dicked and small, pedos all, chanting "fuck him,
fuck him, fuck him," over and over and over again, overriding the last vestiges
of my control.

I positioned
my cock at the entrance to his love channel and slowly pressed inside. To my
surprise, it seemed as if he were pushing back at me, trying to take me in. I
could hear his panting through his nose. I heard a high-pitched yelp muffled
behind his gag when my cockhead split him open and pushed in, so his ass lips
clamped tight around the knob.

I hadn't
prepared him for penetration, since there had been no foreplay. The next
time...oh...right. No next time. I'd be in prison, getting penetrated without
foreplay, too. But despite the lack of preparation except for some external
lube that barely parted his pussy lips, I was moving in. His channel was oh so
tight and hot. I grabbed his hips, my greasy right hand staining his shorts,
began pulling his body toward just like my brief fantasy flash. A little over eight
inches of pretty damned fat dago cop cock was invading his hole, reaching that
second barrier, breaching it, pushing deep and deep into his boy bowels.

And then I
realized that it was too damned easy. There was no violent struggle like I'd
expected when the urge took over and I knew I was going to do this. Expected,
and, well, shit, fucking hoped for. This little slut wasn't a virgin! It then
occurred to me that he might actually want what I was doing to him. He was
pushing back at me, after all.

I slowly
pressed inside him, feeling his cunt walls stretching to accommodate me. The
noises coming from under that gag resembled moans of pleasure, although I
couldn't be sure. The rain was beating down on the car as hard as my dick was.
The windows were fogging to the point where no one would be able to see
inside. We were alone in a little humid cocoon of lust. Pedo lust. Ten year
old boy lust. Fucking nirvana.

I grabbed his
bound hands and pressed inside to the hilt. When I slowly pulled out I felt his
little cunt sucking on me on the way out. Just like a delicious lollipop. As
I began to my thrusts in and out of his little body, I felt him begin to
respond. His channel expanded a bit and I felt his own ass juices combine with
the cock lube and leaking precum to slick his pussy walls. But I couldn't be
gentle, couldn't. Had to fuck, fuck his boy pussy hard. I was grunting and
sweating, pounding my cock unmercifully into his tight drooling cunt when I
felt his pussy walls flutter around me, and then started a frenzied clamp and
release, clamp and release. The muffled sounds coming from his gagged mouth
rose in tempo and volume as I felt his dry cumming moving over him in vast
waves.

I shouted
out in release as his cum sent me off the edge of the precipice. "Jesse,
Jesse, you fucking ten year old boy pussy whore cunt, fucking your sweet baby
boy ass, filling you the fuck with cop cum you shit. Ahhhhhhhh,
fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkk!" I jerked my hips forward and flooded his cunt with
pulsing jets of cum. I ground my pelvis into his, jerking convulsively like
some epileptic spaz with a grand mal seizure as my climax continued to roll
through me. Whatever punishment was in store for me, at that moment it was
worth it. He had the tightest sexiest little cunt my cock had ever found a
home in.

As my orgasm
subsided I collapsed back on the seat, panting, the last few drops of cum
dripping on my uniform. But considering my situation, so the fuck what if the
uniform was stained. The kid was motionless, down on his belly, his left cheek
against the leather of the seat; his left leg bent up at the knee and his calve
resting against the back, the toe-tip of his socked foot against my shoulder (a
loafer lost somewhere)--such a delicious new smell. One that could be bottled
and sold instead of Viagra or Cialis for the right kind of pedo, considering
what it was starting to do to me. Socked boy feet that had been inside shoes
all of a warm spring day.

I inhaled
and fondled my meat. I knew this wasn't over. Knew I was going to fuck him
again, had to fuck him again. I was going to....

The door
next to me opened.

I froze.
The cooler air from the slamming down rain sprayed cold drops of water on me,
or at least they seemed cold on my sweaty heated hairy arms. I looked to my
right.

Fuck.

Fuck shit
fuck shit fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!

Junior.
Staying mostly dry under a large grey umbrella. Junior who had bent just low
enough to see in with the remaining daylight and the roof light. See the still
panting cop with his dick and balls out of his uniform, slimy and slick with
cum and lube and ass juices. See his classmate's royally fucked pussy just
beginning to close, cum still oozing out, surrounded by ripped open shorts and
undies.

Junior. Who
just had to say, "You are so fucked, Jesse, you faggot shit. And so is your new
cop boyfriend. When my father...."

Junior. Who
was...what...too stupid? too arrogant? too certain of his father's power?...to
be smart. Who should have just slammed the door and run like hell to where he
could call God, Sr., on the high-dollar cell he had somewhere on him, and let
him know about the shocking, awful sight he had just seen, the awful trauma of
seeing a cop who was sworn to serve and protect molesting a young queer in...oh
horror!...a police car in the parking lot of Junior's very own school!

Junior. Who
stopped talking...abruptly and with a loud squawk...when I shoved my big hairy
paw between his legs, grabbed his cock and balls and squeezed. Not gently.

"Not too
fucking bright, are you, Junior?" He opened his mouth for an indignant
response, both to what I said and the "junior" sneer. Shut up again when I
squeezed some more. "Should've run and called daddy instead of staying to
gloat. And I don't really have anything to lose at this moment, do I?"

His face
went stark white, the kind of bright almost glossy white of some kinds of copy
paper.

Good. Also
bad. Good that he was afraid and nervous. Bad because we were at a bit of an
impasse. I wasn't sure I could get out of the car quickly and easily enough to
retain control over him, and wrestle him into the back seat and lock his ass
inside, with his fucked faggot school mate.

The parade
from the school to my squad car got longer. Jesse. Then me. Then Junior.
Then the man with the renewed smirkish tone who said, "Want some help with
that?"

It was Mr.
Logan. Also topped by an umbrella. Standing to Junior's left and a little bit
behind. But he had a pretty good view of me in the back seat with my big soft
dick and balls hanging out, and my hand pretty obviously squeezing this young
boy's crotch. Despite the smirking remark, I wasn't sure whether I was well
and truly fucked or not.

Junior
turned his head towards Mr. Logan, as he didn't dare try to pull away from me
and risking being a dick-less, balls-less nine day wonder. "Oh, Mr. Logan,
please help me. This cop...."

"Shut the
fuck up, Junior!" Logan snarled, and all the recovered color in his face just
vanished again. I guess no one, especially not a teacher, had ever dared to
talk to him like that.

Logan took
Junior's umbrella, dropped it on the ground, moved in so his umbrella, one of
the old-fashioned, huge black kind, covered him and the boy and pretty much the
open door. He got a firm grip on Junior's right shoulder. "You just rape that
fucking prick tease Jesse?"

I was
beginning to think it actually hadn't been rape...willing and all that
shit...but a "yes" was what he obviously wanted to hear and I gave it to him.
"Tied his hands, ripped open his shorts and fucked his boy cunt right here."

"Damn!"
Logan said admiringly. He leaned in for a look and the pressure on Junior's
shoulder forced him down as well. Little Jesse was still on his belly, but his
wet, cum oozing cunt could be seen, along with the torn shorts and undies and
the plastic tie holding his hands tight. And the duct tape on his mouth. "You
got any more of those ties?"

"Yeah."

"Good." And
he pushed Junior down until he was bent over my crotch, his breath warm on my
cock and balls. He wasn't going anywhere for the next moment or two, which was
plenty of time for me to let go of his package, and grab another plastic tie
out of the box. Making sure, of course, as I squirmed around (mostly without
necessity) to get the tie to "accidentally" raise my crotch practically to his
lips. He inhaled the mixed scents of end of the day cop raunch and cop cum and
lube and his school mate's well used cunt.

Junior was
just starting to come out of the daze from the combination of all the events
and the "betrayal" by a teacher, but we still had enough time. Logan yanked
Junior upright, spun him around, and with his right hand on the boy's chest,
pressed him against the car. Which made it very easy for me to grab his hands
and duplicate Jesse's restraint. Junior started to inhale, big time, preparing
for a scream, but Logan cut him off. "Go ahead, kid, scream. With all the
land your mummy and daddy and all their rich friends insisted this school
needed, you think there's anyone anywhere remotely close on Friday afternoon to
hear you? C'mon, kid, shout it out!"

Junior let
the breath out. I let out the breath I hadn't quite realized I was holding.
But at least there were two of us who were fucked now, although Logan hadn't
really done anything...so far...child molesting wise.

"Why don't
we take this inside and...figure out what we're going to do?"

I agreed as
I was tucking my dick and balls back inside and zipping up. No way was I
walking around exposed and vulnerable like that. I guess Junior hadn't looked
down, but I'd looked pretty much straight out from where I was sitting, and by
the bulge in the teacher's groin, I had a fairly good idea what Logan wanted
to do. He pulled Junior away from the door, starting toward the school,
letting all the rain slam down. I got out, bent over, my back getting soaking
wet almost immediately, reached in, flipped Jesse on his back and dragged him
across the seat to me. Probably leaving pussy slime and lube and cum stains,
but what the fuck. I found his second loafer and put it on his small foot.

He scrambled
out of the car, still tied and gagged, the rain plastering that glorious hair
to his skull, still not quite looking like a thoroughly raped young
boy. One massive hand on his skinny arm to keep him close, I reached in, got
the tape, got out, slammed the door, used the remote to lock it and set the
alarm, picked up Junior's umbrella to give us a tiny bit of
not-really-useful-any-more shelter, grabbed the kid's shoulder and we followed
the other pair back to the loading dock, up and into the building. Logan and
Junior were waiting inside. I set the umbrella on the floor, still open, to
join the other one in draining.

I let Jesse
go, my glare telling him not to get any fucking ideas about running, ripped off
a large piece of the duct tape. Junior knew what it was for, and twisted his
head away, but otherwise didn't try to run. Smart kid...or a reasonable
facsimile thereof. I used a thumb and forefinger on his delicate, slightly
pointed chin, to pull his face back towards me. I looked him right in the
eyes. "We can do this the easy way, Junior...or the hard way. Up to
you."

I wonder
whether he picked up on the undertone that easy way/hard way had to do with
something more than me taping his mouth shut. I think he may have, but I
wasn't sure. Still, while Junior was an arrogant self-righteous, self-serving
prick, I didn't figure him for really stupid. Stupendously not bright for the
way he'd handled the whole car scene, i.e., sticking around to threaten
when he should have just run and carried out the threat, but still, not stupid.

With the
boys unable to talk, I pulled out my cell and called dispatch. Not technically
the right way to do it, but be damned if I was going back out in the rain right
then. I was in luck. "Chad. I'm finished with the lecture to the kiddies
about being good, and don't go near strangers, and stay away from the bad men
who might want to touch you inappropriately, and I'm getting something to eat
before heading home. Forgot to radio in before I got out of the car, so mark
me off duty, okay?" Since he wasn't a stickler for strict protocol, and God
wasn't looking over his shoulder at the moment, he agreed. I flipped the phone
shut.

I stood there
for a moment, almost in a stupor. Everyone was very quiet around me. I was a
cop with a raped cum soaked pre-teen bound and gagged standing next to me. A
kid I had just dicked. A bound and gagged twelve year old boy was standing in
front of me, not (yet) raped and cum-soaked. A kid I knew I wanted to do.

I looked at
Logan, about whom I had been right the first time around, looked at his
straining crotch, at his eyes again. Knew what the fuck he wanted to do
as well. My eyes asked him if he was really the fuck sure; his eyes
said, "Are you a dumb shit or what? Fuck, yeah."

I blinked.
Decided. "Faculty lounge."

So fucking
strange to walk through the deserted halls of a school, footsteps giving off
slight echoes. A cop, a teacher, two cuffed and gagged young boys. Cue the
cameras for a close up of the adult men, and the visible hardons and the precum
stains leaking through.

We walked
into the lounge. No lock, naturally, but yet another what the fuck. The
school was empty. I told the boys to sit on the very large leather couch.
Junior sat down slowly and carefully. Jesse almost flung himself down, with a
little bounce, and a little muffled giggle of delight. Delight? He'd just
been raped.

Or had he?

What had he
been doing waiting for me at my car? Why had he teased me so unmercifully in
the classroom?

I took off
my gun belt, put it on a table, reached again for the knife. I squatted in
front of him. Told him to shift around and when he did, I slit the bonds at
his wrists, releasing him. He turned around again, sprawling back, spreading
his legs wide, rubbing his left wrist a little. I reached up and ripped the
gag off his mouth, causing him to gasp. He smiled at me.

"That was
fun, Officer Rick."

Definitely
not a rape. The fucking slut.

"Fun, huh?
Take off your clothes and I'll show you some more fun." Logan and Junior were
frozen, staring at the two of us.

Jesse undid
the knot of his tie, slowly pulled it off and dropped it next to him. Sat up
and struggled to get out of his blazer--I didn't help--finally succeeding and
tossing it onto the floor. He reached back and undid his pony tail, letting
all that wonderful hair ripple down to his shoulders. His shirt was next,
revealing his beautiful upper body to me, and hell, to the two others as well,
for the first time. Such pale, pale skin. Such dark, pointy nipples. I
couldn't resist. I leaned in, bracing my hands on either side of him, starting
sucking and nipping at them. His head thrashed from side to side, and he whimpered,
"Oh, yesssss. Suck my titties, officer. Feels so good, so fucking good to
have a man work my titties."

I lifted my
head, leaving them both wet and glistening. Jesse was panting. So was
everyone else in the room, though from the expression on Junior's face he sure
the fuck didn't want to, didn't like the idea that he was.

I sat back
on my haunches, slid the loafers off his slender, socked feet. He undid his
shorts, raised his hips, and I slid the ruined shorts and undies down and off
and tossed them, leaving him naked but for those grey knee socks.

"You like
eating cum out of boy pussy, teach?"

"I like
eating cum. Period."

I grinned at
him. "Have another taste of mine. It'll be even better this way."

He grinned
back and got down on his knees. Jesse, the now obvious cum slut whore boy,
scooted down so his butt was on the edge, lifted his legs and held them back.
Logan buried his face in the kid's ass, and both of them moaned as he began
licking and slurping and sucking my still hot cum out of the boy's hole.

Junior
hadn't moved. Stupid/smart again. Stupid because for the moments when his
teacher and I were concentrating on Jesse, he might have turned and run. The
door opened outward and had a panic bar, too. And if he made it all the way
outside, what with the storm, he might have been able to escape. Smart because
the odds were still against him being able to escape, and he was clearly afraid
of the consequences of making me mad.

I had him
stand with his legs backed up to the couch, facing me. Or trying to face me.
His head kept swiveling just a little bit to watch the visuals that went with
the sounds of a slut boy getting his cunt eaten out by a talented mouth, and
then snapping back. Like he was trying to be a brave prisoner, only willing to
give out name, rank and serial number...if he'd only been able to speak.

I untied his
tie, and let it drop to the floor. Pulled his shirt out of his waistband,
unbuttoned it all the way down. Pushed the shirt and blazer off and down, so that
his tied wrists were even further trapped by all that cloth. Unbuckled,
unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled his grey slacks down to his ankles.

Whoa. He
was wearing grey boxers almost the same color and size as Jesse's ruined short
shorts, and fucking knee socks as well. So the kid was arrogant about his
long-pants status, but missed the little boy feeling of shorts and knee socks.
So he was trying to have his fucking cake and fuck it, too.

I pulled the
boxers down, too. Nice uncut fat little cock, long damned foreskin, dangling
balls. I had him toe off the loafers, then step out of the slacks and boxers.
Tossed them carelessly aside. As I played with his dick, watching his
resentful eyes turn a little fearful when he began to swell, I heard undressing
sounds beside me. I looked over to see Logan kicking off his pants and boxers
to join the scattered piles of clothing around the couch. Jesse was seated on
the edge, feet on the floor, cunt undoubtedly leaking. I casually wondered if
any of the stains on the couch were cum stains from other pedos.

Logan
grabbed handfuls of thick boy hair, brought the kid's mouth to the teacher's
cock. Jesse sucked him down like a veteran. I could see his cheeks bulge as
he used his twirling tongue around the head of Logan's dick. Logan grabbed the
sides of the boy's head and thrust his hips, lewdly fucking his mouth, using him
like the whore he undoubtedly was.

"God damn boy,
who taught you to suck cock like that?" he groaned.

"My Uncle
Ron," the boy said as he momentarily let go of his teacher's meat, and then
deep throated him again.

I guess it
made sense. A boy this young who was so sexually aware was most likely to have
been initiated by a family member. His uncle was a lucky man. I would have
loved to have been the one to rip his cherry, force his tender boy cunt down on
my stiff dago meat. But I guess I couldn't complain, having been the
beneficiary of his training already, and planning on it at least once more
before the whole arrest/arraignment/guilty/oh goody here's a pedo cop joining
us in jail, tra la, tra la, thing.

I felt the
teacher dick slide into his throat as he groaned and pumped his hips at the ten
year old slut boy's face. But as nice as his mouth was , Logan clearly wanted his
cunt. He pulled the whore's sucking mouth away from his cock and ordered him
to lie on his back. He pushed those little boy legs up against his chest and
slicked his cock deep inside his still well-lubed rear passage.

As the boy
got teacher fucked, I asked, "You liked it when I raped you?"

"Mmmm, yes.
I like it when Uncle Ron ties me up."

"I thought I
was raping a virgin."

He giggled
and shook his head. "No, I liked it a lot. You made me cum really hard. Your
cock is very nice and really big."

Watching
Logan work young Jesse's kid pussy, trying to catch up--I was one cum ahead of
him for the afternoon, boy-wise--I decided it was time to turn my attention back
to my next boy cunt. Virgin pussy. I grabbed him by the waist,
ignoring the flare of panic in his eyes, brought him to his knees, forced him
to lay forward on the couch. Used my hands to get his knees spread wide in a
nice, pussy fucking vee.

"You
absolutely have to have his virgin cunt?"

My head
snapped right. I almost snarled at Logan, "You think you're going to get it?"

"Whoa,
officer. Back the fuck off. I thought if you didn't mind sloppy seconds he
could get his cherry busted and get royally humiliated at the same time."

Okay. I
knew I liked multiple fuckers using me at times. Definitely liked the feel of
my hardon sliding into a cunt all slicked up with cum and ass juices.
So...trade Junior's virgin pussy for sloppy seconds and humiliating
God's very own son? Damn right. "How?"

"You know
his family is Southern Baptist?"

I shook my
head.

"Well, they
are. The kind that believes women are subservient to men and must know their
place and obey their husbands in all things. In other words, so fucking far
south they church might as well be in Antarctica. I heard him spouting that
crap off to some of the other boys who were agreeing with him. And you know
what else they believe? About who ought to be subservient and know their
place?" He paused for effect. And also to rabbit fuck Jesse's hot tight boy
pussy for a moment. "Niggers."

"Niggers?"
My tone said I didn't care for that very fucking much.

"Yeah. He
isn't as careful as he should be when he's talking about the supremacy of
whites, and how niggers were just bred to serve whites. So I thought...."

Christ. How
fucking perfect. The humiliation of being used as a boy slut, his holes
violated, and then to top that off with his first fucker being a despised
nigger and his second being a lowly dago cop. And I knew just....

"And there's
a nigger right here, too."

"Wha...what?"
That sentence broke up my train of thought.

"The
janitor. John Henry."

My eyebrows
raised at that one. Logan laughed and fucked and laughed some more.

"Real name.
Honest, officer, you can fuck me if I'm lying! Well, if I'm telling the truth,
too. He's a real tradition around here. Just like his daddy, and I think his
granddaddy, too. This school's been around since before the Civil War, and
when he was little his daddy used to bring him to work to...ah...help. The
nice white boys couldn't have sex with genteel young white girls, so they were
happy to have a nigger janitor and his little boy provide them with all the sex
they needed."

He grinned
at my shock. "He's John Henry the however-many, and apparently for the last
sixty years the boys and the headmasters have quietly been using him whenever
they needed to get off. The headmaster obviously knows what he does for the
boys, and helps keep it quiet in exchange for sex, too. The only reason I
know is because I caught him getting fucked by the captain of the middle school
football team. I stayed out of sight until the kid was gone and wound up
fucking him, too. Sometimes he'll let me hide and watch, especially with the
younger boys using him. But I think he'd like to turn the tables, and definitely
with this prick here."

"Call him.
But wait a sec."

I yanked the
boy back up, hauled his ass over to a chair and cuffed him to it. My idea was
going to double Junior's humiliation. A confuckingsummation devoutly to be
wished. I speed-dialed.

My fuck
buddy Josh answered on the first ring. My FBI fuck buddy. And really
close friend. Actually my best friend. He was the only one, well, at least
before today, that knew about my penchant for pre-teen boys. Well, other than
the boys I used themselves. I had been relieved when I had admitted my
obsession to him because I had found I was not alone. He shared it. And you'd
be fucking amazed at the quantity and quality of kid porn you can have access
to when one of two best friend pedos is with the FBI. You'd also be amazed,
perhaps more so, at the number of "special agents" who have a "special hardon"
for kid porn and who surreptitiously (wink wink nod nod) check the magazines or
videotapes or DVDs or stacks of pictures out of the evidence area, use them and
bring them back. And if the pics or magazines are cum stained, they can always
claim that was the way it was when they borrowed it. We'd stained our share.
As well as flipped a coin to see who was getting fucked first while watching a
DVD of a very young boy getting fucked.

"Hey, guy."

"Hey,
asshole. You forget you were supposed to come over and help me tune my Harley
after work?"

"Shit! I
did. I'm sorry. I got distracted. They sent me to a school today."

I could hear
Josh chuckling. "Eye candy galore, huh?"

"Uh, yeah."
I'd moved over to the fucking duo, sat down so I could play with the boy's
little hardon and feel up Logan's cock sliding in and out of the kid cunt while
I talked. "You wouldn't believe what's getting fucked on the couch right next
to me, right fucking now."

"No shit!
No wonder you forgot about my motorcycle." There was a pause, and I knew what
he was thinking. Maybe the two of us were about to lose one kind of pedo
virginity. His tone was almost hesitant. "You feel like sharing, buddy?"

"Why I
called, bro, why I called." Damned if I couldn't hear that huge fucking
grin on his face. I told him where I was, gave him directions. "And, uh,
bring that ski mask." There was a what-the-fuck silence.

"Uh, look,
I'm royally fucked because of this, but if they...."

"They?
You've got more than one?"

"Uh, yeah.
Ten and twelve."

"I'm on my
way. Ten minutes, max." And with that the signal was gone when he flipped his
phone shut.

Logan's
eyebrows were lifted, questioning, as I handed him my phone. "Just something
to help the humiliation, Logan. Go ahead and call John Henry."

As he
dialed, I looked at the boys. Junior was looking scared. Jesse was looking
frustrated since he wasn't getting fucked with the full-attention devotion I'm
sure he was accustomed to.

"John," said
Mr. Logan. "I'm in the lounge with someone who needs your particular
expertise. Oh, I understand, but you should really stay. This one has a
cherry ass, and he really, really needs your help in changing all
that." He sort of snickered and said, "I kind of thought you might. Oh, and
stop by the loading dock door and unlock it. We have another...ah...guest
joining us shortly."

A few
minutes later the door opened. The janitor stopped in shock. To his left was
pretty little white supremacist Junior half naked and handcuffed to a chair.
Straight ahead was a cop on the biggest couch in the room, slouched, his big hard
meat in his hand and jacking. To his right, on the same damned couch, he could
see Mr. Logan's hairy ass fucking a kid, a kid whose long slender legs and
small boy feet were wrapped around his waist.

John Henry
wasn't a pile drivin' man. But he was tall, thin, had a full head of close-cut
grey heading to white hair against dark brown skin, a neatly trimmed goatee,
large eyes that were undoubtedly larger than normal, thick lips, a wide flat
nose, all the stereotypical nigger features. But he wasn't a stereotypical dumb
nigger. He'd been servicing the boys and the headmaster at this school for
sixty of his sixty-five years. He knew a pedo orgy in the making when he saw
it. And picked up immediately on why one arrogant white preteen would be
handcuffed.

He looked at
the cop on the couch (me, of course), tilted his head toward Junior. "For me?"

"Yeah. He
ever use you?"

John Henry
nodded as he started stripping.

"Fuck your
mouth?" A nod. "Fuck your cunt?" A pause--after all, no man really
wants to admit that his asshole is really a pussy that's eager to be filled by
dick--and another nod. "Called you a nigger while he did it?" Another, more
vigorous nod as he stood up, naked and hard. Not a stereotypical nigger dick
of death. Uncut. Not as long and fat as my dago cop meat, I noticed. Bigger
than Logan, though.

"I'm Rick,"
I said.

"John
Henry," he said.

I grinned at
him. "Think you might like to pile drive some white virgin boy pussy, man?"
Nodded toward Junior, who was sitting very, very, very still.

From his
expression, I think that was the first time he'd ever enjoyed the play on his
name, as it had probably been used by the headmaster and all the boys and their
fathers over the years as humiliation. And knowing God as unfortunately well
as I did, I was sure that God, Junior, all quivering and shrivel dicked over
there, was just as arrogant as his daddy. Maybe more so when it came to using
a nigger like John Henry.

I tossed the
key to John, who caught it neatly. He walked over to Junior, set the key on
the table, tantalizingly out of the kid's reach, then dropped to his knees.
His large hands spread the boy's plump thighs wide, and then he lowered his
head and, well, fucking inhaled the boy's prick and balls. Damn but he
was clearly talented. I wondered if I'd get a chance at that mouth. And, of
course, a chance to show him my own cocksucking skills.

Junior just
shut his eyes and tilted his head back, a wide, ecstatic smile on his lush boy
lips. We'd only been joking. This was just a game. He could play a sex
game. Especially if there was a nigger sucking his preteen cop son's pricklet,
just like the nigger had been doing most of Junior's life, whenever Junior
wanted. He moaned, and began fucking John Henry's mouth, and talking, too.
"Oh, yeah, fucking nigger, suck that white boy's cock. Yeah, yeah, feels so
fuckin' good, just like daddy says, niggers are bred to be used, hell, fuckin'
bred to be bred by white dick."

I'd had
sloppy seconds with stupid men. Ditto arrogant men. Ditto a few dumb boys.
I'd never had sloppy seconds with a stupid, arrogant preteen white boy. Damn
but I was looking forward to that.

The kid just
kept digging the hole deeper and deeper and deeper. Especially when John Henry
stopped sucking and sat back on his haunches, the boy's prick and balls sloppy
wet and shiny with spit and mouth slime. Junior raised his head at that,
looked at "his" kneeling nigger, and roughly ordered him to get his fucking
nigger mouth on Junior's fucking white prick and start sucking again.

Well, I saw
immediately at least part of the reason for Junior's animosity towards Jesse.
He was two years older than the little slut, and the son of God, to boot, and
his dick was smaller than the ten year old's. I decided to confirm it.
"Jesse, baby, Junior over there ever see your dick hard before?"

It was kind
of hard to get his attention away from the really good fuck his young pussy was
getting from his teacher, but he managed to nod and tell me it was in the
locker room after school one day. "You both know that you've got the bigger
dick?" He managed another nod while whimpering.

John Henry
looked over at that, and Logan graciously paused in his fuck, to lean back, and
lower Jesse's legs so we could all see the boy's delicious hard dickie standing
straight up. Three men looked back at Junior, who was obviously starting to
wilt, but it was still clear Jesse was at least an inch longer than Junior.
Hell, Junior might have been only six or seven years old if you went by dick
size instead of actual age. I had an actual flicker of sympathy for him, but
had no trouble stamping on it.

John Henry
stood up, his dripping meat sticking straight out. He stepped forward and
Junior obstinately clamped his mouth shut. No way was he going to have vile
nigger meat in his pure white Baptist mouth, no sirree God. John Henry used
the tried and true method for recalcitrant cocksuckers who are in your power
and have nowhere to run or hide, and no way to get there even if they could
run. (Handcuffs are such a marvelous law enforcement invention, and so useful
for other purposes, too.) He clamped his right thumb and forefinger down tight
on Junior's nose, and twisted slightly so besides not being able to breathe
through it, his nose fucking hurt. Naturally, he gasped. Or perhaps opened
his mouth to object. Either way the result was the same: open mouth, insert
cock.

Junior's
eyes opened wide at the invasion, and opened wider still when he realized his
mouth was full of nigger dick, and he still couldn't breathe. "You
gonna suck my nigger meat like a good white cock slut, boy, or are you
gonna die from not breathing?" He held his dick deep in the kid's mouth until
the boy was really fucking desperate for oxygen and then pulled his dick out
and let go of the boy's nose.

The kid
gulped, and gasped, and drool ran down the side of his mouth. He looked around
in a panic, but realized he'd get no help from his teacher, who was
concentrating on fucking the shit out of the younger boy with the bigger dick,
and definitely not from the cop, whose guts were royally hated by God, and even
more definitely not from the impatient nigger standing in front of him. Junior
slumped. "I...I'll suck."

"You'll suck
what?"

"I...I'll
suck your dick." The boy's face was frightened and confused as he looked up at
John Henry's stern face. Right then I think he began learning the meaning of
the phrase that payback is a bitch. Or hell. It finally dawned on him what
was required. His slump of despair was more internal this time. "I...I'll
suck your dick, sir."

"Good boy,"
John Henry said, and dog-patted Junior on the head. Then he squatted down, and
rearranged things so that the boy's right hand was handcuffed to the leg of the
heavy table, and his left was free. Of course that put Junior at a kind of odd
angle, tilted to his right, but that wasn't John Henry's problem. He grabbed
the kid's head and thrust his hips so his meat was touching the plump twelve
year old lips. The boy sighed and opened his mouth. John Henry slid all the
fuck in, his big nigger balls dangling way below the white slut-in-the-making's
chin. The kid choked and gagged but John Henry ignored that. Not his problem.
He just started a nice, steady in and out stroking, leaving his piss slit
barely inside the boy's mouth before moving in balls deep again. I watched and
jacked.

Fuck. Hard
again. Beside me, Logan brought little Jesse to a screaming dry cum. I needed
a hole. I got up, walked over to John Henry and Junior. I'd never had much of
thing for men, and definitely not men older than me. Sure, if I'm arresting
some queer in the park and I'm horny, I have no problem forcing him to his
knees and getting sucked off, regardless of age. And there are a few men on
the force who really got off on my dago meat in their man cunts, though the
rest of the time they're fucking female pussy.

Of course, I
never told my captain that besides using his cunt as a cum dump, I was doing
the same thing with the chief. And the chief's little boy. Nice kid. Goes to
a public school even though the chief could probably afford something on the
order of this one. I had to stop at the school one day for something to do
with the job. I was done, spotted the kid running frantically down the empty
hall, late for class, brought him to a skidding stop, and got him to show me where
the toilet was...after I reassured him I'd square it with his teacher for being
late. After all, it's the duty of every citizen to aid and abet a police
officer who is horny, isn't it?

The kid was
a damned good aider and abetter in the little boys' toilet. He got his little
peepee all stiff as soon as he saw my thick hardon, standing next to each other
at the urinals. He loved me dropping to my knees and pulling down his pants
and undies, and sucking him to his first-ever dry cum, while I fingered his
tight little anus. He was eager to return the favor when I promised him that
after he did I'd make him feel even better. He coughed and spit back the first
cum I pumped into his tiny mouth, but then he got used to it, and swallowed the
rest down. God I love virgin boys.

But one cum
isn't enough with a virgin. I stayed hard and slimy with boy spit and cop cum,
my really hairy balls dangling outside my uniform. I had him bend over the
urinal I'd just pissed in, holding on tight to the white porcelain sides with
those little hands, and after eating him out to his delighted squeals, I gave
the world, or at least my part of it, a new boy pussy. Sure, there was some
crying and wailing, but no one could hear it to enjoy it except me, as I had
one big paw over half his face, and by the time I was half way in he was
grunting in lust. By the time I was all the way in he was wailing again, this
time in near ecstasy accompanied by babbling words and noises that made no
sense. Well, none, other than letting me know he liked man cock in his boy
cunt.

Once my fat
fucking meat gave him his first cunt-fucked cum, and he was agreeing almost
deliriously that he was my cum slut cunt boy, I had an idea. I pushed his head
down so he was almost touching the unflushed, mostly piss mix in the urinal.
Told him that good pussy boys liked everything that came out of a man's
dick, and he should really suck up some of my cold piss. And damn if he
didn't. The sound of his tongue lapping up the piss, the slapping sound of my
balls against his little boy ass cheeks, the feel of his tight, hot pussy walls
clamping and unclamping around my dick got me fucking harder and faster and in
moments I pumped his bowels full of thick hot cop seed.

He kept
right on lapping up cold piss until my gasping came to a halt, and I slowly
eased my softening meat out of his bottom. His pussy gaped enough I could
easily slide two fingers up, gather some of my cum and boy juices and feed it
to him. He loved it, and looked so adorable standing there, half naked, his
freckled face shiny with cop piss and cop cum and boy drool, his boy hole
leaking cop cum. I'm a good boy lover. After I let him lick my dick clean,
and eat a few more loads of ass-transferred cum and juices off my fingers, I
washed off his face and patted it dry with a paper towel, and wadded some
toilet paper up and put it against his leaking hole before pulling up his
undies and pants and getting him ready again for class.

When we were
ready to exit the toilet, as I had to walk him back to his class and make sure
he didn't get punished for being late because he was getting cop fucked in a
toilet, he did one of those young boy out-of-the-fucking-blue-left-field things
and blithely looked up at me and smiled and said, "You work for my daddy,
doncha?"

My startled
"Huh?" was of course the epitome of smooth cop suave.

That's when
he told me his daddy was the chief of police. My ultimate boss in the frigging
chain of fucking command. I'd just molested my boss's very young son!

Damn, but
that felt good to know. Enough to start another hardon. I mean, shit, fucking
a little boy's no longer virgin pussy knowing his father is the chief of
police? How fucking hot is that? Especially since nothing about the boy
indicated he was going to be a tattletale.

I've used
the kid a number of times since then. Always during school. Always with the
approval of his teachers (a caring cop, after all) excusing him from class, or
allowing him to be late, combined with mild disapproval of the chief for
misusing his powers by making this really nice cop run personal errands
relating to the chief's son. It was all a fucking house of cards, of course.
Fucking the chief or having him suck me, him not knowing I was molesting his
son. Molesting the kid with him not knowing I was doing daddy.

And all the
collapse would take would be one teacher mentioning to the chief something
about the very nice cop who was there so often with his son. That's why I'd
decided that next week I'd take a sick day, then go to the boy's school in full
uniform to bring him to his daddy, take the kid to the chief's office, make
sure the door was locked and the cop who was his assistant knew not to
interrupt, and then I'd introduce my two fuckees to each other. And fuck the
boy cunt while his daddy watched, and then fuck chief daddy's pussy while he
had sloppy seconds with his son.

And that
little scenario made my dick even stiffer as I stood behind and slightly to
John Henry's right. I reached out, slid a couple of fingers between his
cheeks. Shit. His hole was greasy. And cummy. He looked over his shoulder.
"Headmaster, and his son home from college."

I could do
sloppy thirds, I decided, while waiting for sloppy seconds on Junior. Even if
it would be the oldest hole I'd ever screwed. "You want some dago dick up
there, John Henry?"

His over the
shoulder grin was wicked. "Yassuh, boss. Dago dick allus feels good in hot
nigga pussy."

But my plan
went sideways right then. Though not forever. Josh walked in. Ski mask on.
Rain-soaked, ripped tee-shirt stretched taut over muscles for days. Spray on
jeans showing off his infamous bulge. Loafers, no socks.

Although he
had to have been expecting it, he stopped dead and stared at the beautiful
little naked vixen on the couch, getting teacher fucked. At the twelve year
old getting face fucked by the naked nigger janitor. At me, my hardon leaking,
as I played with the nigger's ass, clearly with an intent to do something more
with it.

Josh is only
slightly bigger than I am. He's also black as whatever really, really, really
black thing you want to compare him to. And his cock is an inch and a half
longer than mine, which puts him right at a proud 9.5" fuck stick, and a bit
thicker than me as well. I couldn't wait to see him pressing that oversized
monster of his inside this tight little white boy Jesse. But first I had to
get him up to speed.

"The little
slut on the couch with a teacher cock in his cunt is Jesse. Teacher's Logan.
That's John Henry by you. The kid sucking his dick is...Junior."

Josh allowed
his eyes to widen behind the mask. He knew what the potential problem was and
why the ski mask. He'd actually met Junior once, when he had to meet with Captain
Braverman on FBI business, and it happened to be bring your kid to work day.
Of course while it was entirely possible that to Junior and God all niggers
were alike and he couldn't be identified, the wink told me he appreciated my
thinking of him.

"Hello
darlins'," he almost cooed as he freed his cock. Jesse, who was avidly
watching as Logan slowed the fuck down a little, gasped at the size. So did
John Henry. Junior just looked scared when John Henry pulled out and moved a
little so the twelve year old could see.

Josh peeled
the shirt over his head, making sure the mask stayed on. The movement revealed
a thick, hairy body, with large nipples and a large silver horseshoe through
the left one. He toed off the shoes, and the next peeling was the jeans. Damn
but my bud is fine when he's naked. Thick, meaty thighs, large hairy feet,
muscular calves. And John Henry, Junior and I were close enough to inhale the
fine working man raunch from his crotch and pits.

"Junior,
here, is a virgin, bud. He's not gonna be in a little while, of course, but I
figured he'd be better off having his arrogant racist lily white KKK boy pussy
fucked first by a couple of niggers, before he gets any dago cop dick or white
teacher meat. Wadda ya think?"

Josh's
brilliantly white teeth spread wide in a grin. "How about we double-fuck the
bitch?" he said to John Henry.

John Henry's
"Fuck, yeah," was accompanied by the same wide grin.

Then Josh
proved what a gentleman pedo he was. He asked John Henry which hole he
wanted.

I knew which
hole Josh preferred. He'd never had his fantasy come true. Sure, we both
fucked little boys when we could, as long as we could do it with a reasonable
chance of keeping our jobs. I had the chief's son. Josh had no kids, but his
sister Ruth had a large brood, and young Moses just loved uncle meat in his hot
little holes, and was willing to keep his mouth shut the rest of the time. But
up to now, we'd never shared. Sure, we fantasized about it. Sometimes we'd
each have a dildo in our cunts, and we'd jack off talking about the two of us fucking
the chief's son, or me dicking little Moses' boi cunt while his uncle dicked
mine. But sharing was too fucking risky.

Except...after
today...maybe we ought to rethink that. I set that thought aside for later,
and concentrated on the present action.

Today,
though, it looked like we both hit our fucking jackpot fantasies. I'd picked
out a hot little slut to rape, and in a way it was even more exciting when he
turned out to be so damned willing. And Josh had never had white boy cunt.
But now he was going to get a virgin hole to cum in.

John Henry
reached out to fondle Josh's leaking dick. "I wanna see this big ol' nigga
prick gettin' into white boy pussy, and then I'm gonna fuck the little slut's
mouth and cum direct into his belly." He went over to his clothes, bent,
pulled a tube of lube out of his pants and tossed it to Josh.

Josh grabbed
it out of the air, quickly went over to the sink and came back with a handful
of paper towels. He squeezed a line of lube down the length of his meat, smeared
it with his left hand, wiped the hand clean, stepped up and grabbed Junior's
left ear. The kid yelped. And yelped again when Josh pulled him up out of the
chair. The kid was in an awkward position, all bent over with his right hand
still cuffed to the table leg. Which was fine with Josh. He just moved the
boy so that he could force him to bend over, his belly on the table, his right
arm over the side. He moved up, bent at the knees to get to the right height,
put his huge hands on the boy's hips and used his thumbs to spread the cheeks.
Nudged that big, squarish knob at the pink hole clamped so tightly shut.

"You ever
had anything up this hole `sides shit, boy?"

"N...no."

"Ever
thought about it?"

Unfortunately
for the kid, there was a noticeable hesitation before he denied it. Not a long
delay, but enough. We all heard. Understood.

"You jack,
kid?"

His "yes!"
was indignant. Sort of how dare this nigger question my manliness.

The "yes!"
when asked if he could cum was bragging.

Josh moved
his hips back just a little, his big hairy thumbs massaging the hole that had
gotten slightly lubed from Josh's dick head. "Some guys would lie to you right
now, kid," he said, his voice deeper and rougher than the slick sophistication
of the every day world. "Tell you a lie and a truth. Tell you having your
first dick in your virgin cunt, busting your cherry and making your shit chute
into a fuck hole, is only going to hurt a little, and then you'll enjoy it."

I saw the
grin behind his mask. Held up my hand to wait a second. "Logan, you good for
another cum...real quick?"

"Yes!"

Jesus.
Another one with his manhood being attacked. "Well, why don't you give that
little kid cunt the cum it wants, and then you can both join us."

I winked at
the little slut who gave me a "thank you Jesus" kind of look and the three
other adults in the room watched as Logan began pounding the little boy pussy
in earnest, sending the kid into a rapid series of heaving dry cums before
Logan was obviously blasting a load of seed into the boy's bowels.

He paused
for just a moment, bent over the couch, panting, and then he jerked his cock
from the kid cunt, and stood up. The butch stud still with a hardon after just
cumming routine didn't completely work since his knees had gotten kind of
locked up with kneeling that long fucking little Jess and he staggered. Josh
didn't bother to hold back a snort of laughter.

I nodded at
Josh. Fuck, I was back on the streets directing traffic again...only this was
orgy traffic with cocks and balls and male cunts.

He resumed
fondling Junior's virgin ass lips. "Gonna hurt, kid. `nless you had a broken
leg or something before, this gonna be the biggest hurt o' yo' whole damn
life. That's truth. The other truth, though, that you gonna like dick
in yo' pussy, thass the bigges' damn truth of all. You a slut, boy. `n you
gonna be beggin' me to fuck mah big ol' nigga dick up yo' lily white cunt, `n
fuck you rough, too."

Junior was
crying, and yelling, "No! No, I won't! I'm not like that, I'm not!"

Josh started
the process of proving him wrong. His fingers gripped the boy's twelve year
old hips tight, his thumbs spread the cheeks, and he shoved his knob hard. It
breached the kid's hole and as the boy screamed, loud and shrill, struggling to
get away but with no luck, since John Henry was there to add his hands to
Josh's, the boy's ass lips clamped tight on the greasy shaft just below the
head.

Actually, in
terms of spreading the kid's cunt, the worst was over for him. Josh's knob is
the widest part of his cock, not by a lot, true, but still, true is true. "Oh,
baby," Josh almost crooned, "yo' pussy gonna suck mah nigger cock honey right
outa me. Damn, boy, you got a tight cunt on you."

We were all
gathered close as we watched Josh shove a couple of inches into the spread
hole. Junior wailed again. Josh stopped. He was probably up against that
second ring, the one that has to open to give you full and deep access into a
guy's pussy. After only a slight pause, Josh thrust his hips forward and
pulled back on the boy's hips. And he was buried balls deep. Junior was
collapsed over the desk, panting and gasping and shivering, but no longer
yelling.

Josh bent
over, too, his long arms reaching down to scoop up the boy's knees so he was
bent almost in a fetal position as Josh stepped back and straightened up,
lifting the boy and keeping him impaled on that fat nigger dick. Nothing else
to call it but that. Josh...well, fuck, I'd never seen him like this before.
"Nigger" was just not a word you used around him. But this, well,
nigger fucking thug side of him was incredibly hot.

He stood up,
the veins on his huge biceps standing out, and then carefully sat down in the
chair just vacated by Junior. He spread his legs wide, scooted down, leaned
back, holding Junior close to his chest. He gently lowered the kid's legs, and
they flopped on the outside of Josh's thighs.

"Get yo'
mothafuckin' pussyboy heels up on mah knees, boy," he said into the kid's ear,
followed by that long talented tongue, and I know from frequent personal
experience how talented that FBI tongue is, into his ear. The boy whimpered.
Did as he was told.

John Henry
moved over to Josh's left, his prick right in line with Junior's head. Junior
didn't see it at first because his head was thrown back on Josh's right
shoulder, his arms were limp by his side, and his eyes were tightly shut as
Josh's wide, fat nigger lips worked the kid's ear, and his big fat nigger meat
quietly worked the kid's cunt.

Somewhat
groggily, Junior lifted his head, opened his eyes, looked left and saw John
Henry's leaking prick. Obediently, he shifted so his head was available for
use, opening his mouth in a wide "O". John Henry slid his meat in, balls deep,
held it there while Junior struggled and finally figured out how to breathe
through his nose.

Soooooo
fucking hot to see a Draco Malfoy look-alike, a young, young Draco
Malfoy look-alike, with large fat nigger meat in his bottom cunt, and old man
nigger meat in his mouth, and a fifth grade boy slut lapping and slurping where
nigger FBI dick slid in and out of seventh grade cunt. Just above Jesse's
bobbing head, we could see Junior's hard little pricklet.

"Hurt yo'
titties, boy. Twist `em hard, show yo' niggas what a pain slut you are," Josh
whispered, soft and seductive, but still an unquestionable command.

Hesitantly,
Junior obeyed. He managed to get his hands into place, put his thumb and
forefinger on each erect pink little nipple and squeezed. It clearly wasn't
much of a squeeze and the sound of Josh's large palm slapping the boy's narrow
hip was like a gunshot fired in a dark room. The boy jumped, the watchers
jumped...and slut Jesse went right on licking. The next squeeze was harder and
you could see the jolt when the pain went right through his body and down into
his boy balls and little boy pricklet. Which began oozing little drops of
clear precum.

Even with
small, seven-year-old appearing dick and balls, he could leak? And maybe cum?
Fucking damn!

My cock was
leaking, too. So was Logan's. Jacking is all well and good. Some great cums
from that, especially if you're jacking to the FBI's world-class, hell, universe-class
collection of man-boy porn, with kids to meet every lewd, crude, rude filthy
perverted taste. But Josh and I could do that all the time. I needed my cock
in a hole. From the frustrated look Logan was trying to hide, so did he.

Enough was
fucking enough.

Or actually,
there wasn't fucking enough...fucking, that is. So it was up to the
pedo traffic cop to direct the fuck traffic in the right direction. "Okay,
guys, hot as fuck as this is, I need my dick in a hole. So does Logan, here."

Reluctantly,
the boy pussy fucking stopped. From the adult expressions I could see, John
Henry knew I meant dago dick in his nigger cunt; Logan looked puzzled,
and Josh's eyes gleamed behind the ski mask. He knew exactly what I meant.
Hell, it wasn't as if we hadn't fantasized and jacked over the fantasy.
Finding a boy we could share and fucking him at both ends while he was on his
puppy hands and knees; if we were really horny, fantasizing about having
another couple of men along to molest the boy, but fucking us deep and hard
first...while we were fucking the boy.

John Henry
helped Junior get uncoupled from the nigger cock in his cunt. The boy's lips
were puffy from his dick sucking, his tits were puffy and red from being
twisted, his eyes were glazed, and there was a light sheen of sweat all over
him. His cocklet, all two inches (being generous with the estimate) was stiff,
pointed straight out.

"You want
your cunts fucked with nigger meat, slut?"

Junior sort
of came to at that. He stared at the four adult male authority figures, men he
was, in the normal run of things, supposed to obey--cop, teacher, masked robber,
even the janitor--stared at their leaking dicks, especially the two that had
just pulled out of his body. Looked at his younger schoolmate, who smiled a
wicked slut boy cunt smile, turned around, bent over, spread his cheeks so
Junior could see the well-used, thick brownish pussy lips, and then he allowed
a little of the seed to seep out.

Jesse
straightened, turned back to Junior. "Get fucked, Junior," he said softly.
"Let `em put those big old dicks in your pussy holes and cum way up inside
you."

Junior
looked around again. Nodded. "O...okay."

One
stuttered word of assent. One step on that lubed-up, slippery slide to
sluthood.

The two
naked niggers decided not to make him beg for it. They quickly boy-handled him
down to the carpet, onto his hands and knees. The sweaty, no longer perfectly
groomed twelve year old rested on his forearms, his head hanging down, but it
snapped right back up again when Josh put his big black hands on the kid's
hips, held him tight, and shoved that long thick nigger meat into the kid's
cunt in one push. Junior wailed, but the sound was cut off by John Henry's
dick going for the gullet.

Logan and I
didn't take time to admire the beauty of the picture...sleek, prim, ultra-white
Draco skewered on nigger dicks. I crouched behind John Henry, began eating his
now sweaty, smelly ass crack, but not for long. Just enough to add some juice
to his lube. I got in position, started sliding my dago dick into nigger man
cunt. Fuck, but it was hot being able to think and use that word. I decided
Josh was going to have to get used to hearing it from me, especially if I was
topping him as rough as he liked it.

Logan was
still happily munching and tonguing Josh's ass, but Joss decided he need cock
more than tongue and roughly told him, "C'mon, teach, get that white dick up
there and fuck my nigger pussy deep and hard."

I could see
Logan's eyes widen at that. This huge nigger with the huge dick liked
getting fucked? Liked it rough? Damned but Logan liked that idea. He got in
place and rammed his cock in and started fucking. He also reached around Josh,
and it was a bit of a stretch, but he managed to get his hands on Josh's nips
and start working them. Josh moaned, long and loud. "Oh, yeah, mothafucka,
get them mothafuckin' honky hands on mah fuckin' man tits. Hurt them
fuckers!"

Logan was
good at following orders and I could see from the expressions the two men were
enjoying the sensations--Josh with his cock in his first white boy cunt, white
teacher meat in his hole, white hands mauling his tits, Logan with his dick in
a talented nigger cunt. And me with my dick in...well, fuck, talk about your talented
cunts. Sixty years as a cum slut for this school? I couldn't begin to
imagine how many cocks had used this nigger pussy, but damn me for a pedophile
if he wasn't hot and tight, and his cunt muscles were giving my dick a good
working over on every stroke.

Once I got a
nice rhythm going, I turned my attention back to the boy slut who started this
all today. "Jesse, why don't you suck Junior's dick for him? I know it's
practically a baby's pee pee, but later on Junior will learn what a real
boy's dick tastes like when he sucks you. Maybe you'd like him to do that when
you take his place getting double-dicked by these two niggers?"

"Fuck,
yeah," he said and then dropped to the floor, got on his back and wiggled his
way under Junior, and sucked in the little cocklet. I sure the fuck wished, as
we four men really got into molesting these two young boys, that we had one more
guy around...running a damned video camera. Not that he would have used a lot
of "film" right then, since we were all so fucking turned on, that it didn't
take Jesse very long to suck Junior to what must have been a fantastic cum,
considering how the kid went almost berserk, jerking and flopping and
completely losing control. Just like Josh and John Henry, who rammed in their
respective boy cunts a couple more times and started seeding the holes, which
in turn set off Logan and me. We managed not to collapse in a heap on top of
Jesse, although I think the little whore would have liked it.

Once the
cocks were out of the cunts, the men relaxed a little, while our boy sluts
cleaned our messy dicks, and ate out nigger ass. Once we recovered, Jesse
begged to have his cum whore holes filled with big nigger cock, and our two
niggers gleefully gave him what he wanted, swapping holes repeatedly. It was
my turn with Junior, and while Logan waited for his, he went to one of the
cabinet drawers, pulled out a long, D-battery flashlight, with a thick, ribbed,
rubber handle, brought it back, lubed it, got on his knees, and then sat back
on his haunches, forcing the flashlight into his man cunt while he jacked and
watched me fuck.

Junior was
lost under my large body as I pumped myself into him. His passage wasn't quite
as tight from this angle, especially not after the other meat he'd had in it, but
I liked looking down at his face while I fucked him. He gasped and moaned as I
stroked deep inside, my cock bottoming out, my hairy pubes against his sleek
boy bottom flesh, my large balls rhythmically slapping against him with each
fuck stroke. He purposely clenched down on me each time I withdrew, making
pulling out as tight and pleasurable as pushing in. I leaned down and took his
mouth with my own, pressing my tongue inside. He sucked on my tongue and
moaned when he started cumming for me again. I followed soon after, pumping
another large load of jism into his slutty little channel.

Logan took
over for me, keeping Junior on his back, quivering legs raised and draped over
the teacher's shoulders, easily getting his dick into the sloppy with cum
twelve year old hole. I helped him out by putting the flashlight back into
Logan's pussy and fucking him with it, long, deep strokes, until he lost it
completely, screaming obscenities as he came. I'm not sure whether Junior did,
but what the fuck, his enjoyment wasn't really the main point of this exercise.

Josh and
John Henry were still going strong plowing an ecstatic, almost continually
cumming Jesse. I asked Logan where the school's video equipment was. He gave
me directions while Junior gratefully cleaned his teacher's dick, and I padded
naked down the hallways. I brought back a state of the art digital camera and
got some great shots of our tiny white ten year old slut getting so full of
nigger meat that he eventually passed out after so many dry cums in a row no
one could count them. The two niggers were intending to go on fucking both his
boi cunts, but when I managed to get their attention and explain my idea, they
willingly...okay, half-willingly...pulled their cocks out.

Thank God
both of our niggers were good for a lot of cums. I hauled Junior's ass up off
the carpet and over to the chair where John Henry was sitting, his glistening,
slimy prick standing tall. "Get that nigger cock in your cunt, boy," I
somewhat harshly told Junior.

The
well-fucked new slut did as he was told. He was even smart enough to figure
out that when Josh stood next to him he was going to have to get that horse
cock down his throat as he got dicked at both ends again. And then I upset
him. Not because he was going to be nigger-molested...fuck, he was enjoying
that...but because I explained how he was going to be the star of a very
special video, and he even had lines!

He
balked...not surprising...but when he realized I was serious about yanking him
up and off the nigger dick he was enjoying in his bottom hole, and giving his
never-before-spanked little ass a real cherry-buster, he shut the fuck up.
Once everyone was in his place, cocks and all, I started recording.

"H...hi,
daddy! G...guess what! I'm a pussy boy now." He winced as John Henry started
an in and out stroke, and the camera zoomed in on Josh's big black hand, so fucking
dark against the boy's sweaty pale white skin, grabbing and twisting Junior's
right tit. "I...oh God...I like having my tits played with, and...and twisted,
oh Jesus yes you fucker!"

The poor boy
blushed all over at the obscenity. Probably the first time he ever said
anything bad, much less that word, to or in front of his daddy. My
fucking boss. Christ I loved this.

"I gave up
my cherries to these niggers, daddy. They fucked my ass cunt and my mouth
cunt, and I swallowed all their cum. I like nigger cum, daddy. A lot. But
not as much as nigger cock in my bottom. See, daddy?" I zoomed in on that
joining of nigger meat and cum dump twelve year old pussy, and then moved up to
Junior's tiny hardon. Proof enough for anyone with a brain in his head that
the kid was enjoying being fucked. But then God a/k/a Captain Braverman didn't
have much in the way of brains, so we had to make it really clear for the dumb
shit.

Junior shut
up then, since his mouth was being fucked by Josh's cock, and his pussy was
getting fucked by John Henry, and hands from one or both of the men were
working his boy tits good and hard, and he was frantically jacking until he
finally spurted a few drops of boy cream. But he stayed hard as Josh pulled
out of his mouth and jacked off to another big cum that sprayed the boy's face
with thick, thick blobs and globs of nigger seed, while John Henry speeded up
the fucking, and Junior started babbling as he kept on jacking.

The boy was
dazed but as he came back while Josh was smearing his own cum over the boy's
face, and forcing it into his mouth, making the boy suck those big fingers like
he was sucking dick again, he looked at me, and caught my expression. I
nodded.

"D...daddy?
You remember John Henry, don't you? The janitor here? You made him suck your
dick last week when you came for the parent-teacher meeting? He...he's the one
who just fucked me in my bottom pussy."

Up to that
point I'd kept John Henry's face away from the camera, but changed the angle so
that he was clearly visible. "Hey, `massa' Braverman," he said with a vicious
smile, and deliberately talking thug-speak, "you fuckwad shit. Me `n mah nigga
here been fuckin' yo' pussy boy son, `n now we gonna let some otha mens fuck
him. They gonna molest his holes and fill `em up so fulla cum he be leakin'
while he be walkin'. Only we ain't be filmin' dat.

"What we
gone be filmin', though, next time, is you, you shit head cop
mothafucka. Ain't that right, boy? You want yo' daddy's dick in yo' boy cunt,
doncha?"

And then
Junior wasn't able to talk any more. Not with Josh fucking his face, and John
Henry his cunt. They were so into it, I decided to get back to the kid cunt
that started it all. Slut Jesse.

I took him from
behind, his little cunt grudgingly giving up inches as he grunted and sweated
in strain. My own cock, after cumming so many times already, was slow to
respond to the tight kiddy cunt clutching it in a hot slimy sheath. I fucked
little Jesse, though, to within an inch of his life. I made him scream in
ecstasy. I'd handed off the camera to Logan, who finished up shooting the Oreo
kid fuck with Junior, and he began to record us. I knew he was getting some
close-ups of Jesse's of that tight little white cunt swallowing my thick dago
dick. My cock was glistening with the boy's juices, and all the cum already up
there. The veins on my shaft were so thick I thought they would split open.

"Damn this
little ho's cunt is tight as a drum, Logan, even after the dick that's been up
inside it. Yeah, fuck me back, you little slut. You think you got what it
takes to hang with me and my nigger friends, do you?"

I thrust
inside the ten year old pussy and rolled my hips, making him scream again. I
could feel him cumming over and over as his boy cunt walls squeezed and relaxed
as his dry cums rolled through him. I fucking heard his precious boy
cums as he screamed out in obscene ecstasy. Logan finally couldn't take it any
more, dropped the camera, and shoved teacher dick into pussy boy throat. We
were rough, almost brutal, and the boy was loving every second of it. We
finally deep-fucked him with a final stroke and began pumping what was clearly
going to be our final cum loads of the day up into his bowels and down his
throat and deep into his belly.

We pulled
out of the kid holes and the three of us collapsed on the somewhat messy
carpet.

"Damn, that
was the best pussy I ever had," Logan said.

I picked the
camera up, set it on a table, and went to the fridge. It had some juice and
water and soda. I grabbed a bunch of cans and brought them back to the mess in
the middle where four fucked-out men and two fucked-out, fucked-up pussy boys
lay panting and recovering. The boys gulped some of theirs down, and then I
got some damned good shots of Junior eagerly cleaning up both the nigger dicks
that had used him. And Jesse...well, fuck, he looked so adorable slobbering my
dick clean and looking up at me wide-eyed as I photographed him.

And then Jesse
sort of shoved Junior out of the way and sucked Josh off while the rest of us
watched. He moaned and sipped his drink, gently thrusting his hips as he
fucked the little boy's face. He was a trooper. I wouldn't have believed a
child that young would be able to satisfy as many grown men as he had today.
Josh's second orgasm was slower to come, but he didn't disappoint. He pulled
out and came all over Jesse's sweaty, shiny face, huge, thick globs of cum
splashing in his mouth, on his cheeks, his forehead, his chin. More great
pics.

And still
more pics when Junior voluntarily cleaned Jesse up...with his bright pink
tongue. Swallowing all that cooling nigger juice. Eating out his slut ten
year old schoolmate's used cunt.

I smiled at
the sight, and immediately stopped smiling when I glanced down at my watch.
Well, shit. Time does fucking fly when you're fucking kid cunt. I
needed to get something to eat, unwind, and figure out if I was going to be
able to get it up again for a cop fuck tonight. Les told me yesterday in the
locker room that his wife was going to some church meeting or other and he
wanted me to come over and power fuck him. He really gets off on the idea of
being used by another guy in the marital bed. Me, I don't give a shit where it
happens as long as the guy's cunt is tight.

But even
more important was what to do with the video and the pics I'd just shot. "You think
anyone will notice, or care, if I borrow the camera? Have it back on Monday?
I don't think you want the rest of the faculty getting a look at these."

"I can take
care of it!" lovely little Jesse piped up. He stood up and held out his hand
for the camera. I handed it over. Christ, the little pussy was still hard!
"C'mon," he said over his shoulder as he turned and walked to the door. Still
naked, Logan and I padded along behind him down the hall and around a corner to
the door marked "Computer Lab," admiring that well-fucked little ass.

In a few
moments, Jesse had the camera hooked up to a computer with an enormous screen,
and a few seconds later, there we all were. I couldn't believe it. I was sure
my balls were drained, but even a minute of watching a kid porn video I'd made
myself had me twitching and thickening. I glanced over to Logan, standing to
the boy's right behind the chair. Him, too.

Jesse looked
up at me over his left shoulder. "If you want, I can send these to Uncle Ron.
He can keep `em safe, and that way you won't have them on your computer at
home."

Smart little
fucker. Neither Josh nor I kept any of the kid cunt stuff on our computers, in
case we got busted or something else happened. I wasn't sure why I trusted Jesse,
but I nodded anyway. He accessed a Hotmail account, and signed on to an IM.
The pics and vid were gone in an instant, and damn didn't I wish I had the kind
of high speed service this fucking school did. As he was starting to wipe the
camera, a message popped up from Uncle Ron, asking where his little slut was on
a rainy Friday afternoon.

With a
wicked grin, Jesse typed: after school fuck with a cop and my teacher

Ron: holy
shit cunt. you still there?

Jesse: yep

Ron: cam?

Jesse looked
at each of us and got our...somewhat reluctant...nods. But when we got a look
at Ron, I know I fervently thanked Jesus I'd said yes, and promised him a whole
bunch of candles and shit. I wasn't really looking at his face or his body.
Mostly his cock and what it was plugged into. A little boy, naturally.
Younger than Jesse. Kind of an oh fuck I can't believe he's really doing that
kind of thing. My balls must have agreed about the hot sight because they must
have gone into overtime sperm making mode when my eight inches got achingly
hard again, pointed right over Jesse's shoulder. Logan was in the same
condition. No one needed to look at Jesse's smooth pricklet and balls to know
what condition he was in.

Ron: ur men
r HOT fuckers. fuck u good?

Jesse
smiled, stood, got up onto the chair so his ass was facing the camera. I
reached over to spread his cheeks so his uncle could see how well fucked he was
indeed. The boy's bruised pussy lips opened and cum and juices oozed out. I
caught it on two fingers, and sucked them clean. Jesse twisted and sat down.

Ron and
Jesse closed the connection. We went back to the faculty lounge and began
getting dressed while I filled in Josh and John Henry on what was going on.
More boy pussy, some of it younger than Jesse? They signed on for the program.
Once Junior understood what was happening...he was still a little dazed from
his first gang molesting...he pouted because he wasn't invited. But before he
could shift back into his usual threat mode to get what he wanted, I made sure
he understood: (a) he wasn't invited; (b) he might be invited another
time if he was a good slut pussy whore boy in the meantime; (c) being a good
slut pussy whore boy meant offering his cunts to the principal on Monday and
then let the man molest him wherever and whenever he wanted; (d) ditto John
Henry and (e) if he was a really good slut pussy whore boy I'd reward
him by getting his daddy's dick in his twelve year old cunt sometime next week.

We left
Junior in the lounge, calling his dad to explain that he'd stayed after school
to earn extra credit, by making a younger kid do the work for him, and to hint
that he'd followed in God's footsteps and used John Henry's mouth and ass, just
like his daddy, so would daddy please come get him. Or send one of the cops
over.

Out in the
hallway as we headed toward our cars--John Henry was staying behind to lock up
after Junior was gone, but Jesse gave him Uncle Ron's address, phone and
directions--I called Les to cancel his fuck. Of course I couldn't exactly tell
him the actual reason he was getting dumped, but I told him if he really wanted
dago dick he could just meet me at the park tomorrow, at the toilets where he'd
arrested two cocksuckers last week, and I'd fuck him in one of the stinky
stalls or out in the bushes, his choice. He was offended, of course, since he
was doing this on the down low and his home was oddly enough pretty safe. I
hung up on his sputtering, and figured he'd be there.

So would the
two cocksuckers he'd arrested. Just by chance, of course, as far as Les would
know. But when I was finished fucking him, I'd make sure those two got their
dicks into both his holes before he knew who they were. Les was a bottom pig
and it was time he came to grips with that.

Josh peeled
off the mask at the back door. Not much point in it given all that had
happened. And all that was going to happen.

Josh and
Logan headed to their cars. I tied Jesse up in the back seat of the squad car,
much to his delight...and obvious hardon through his shorts.

As I put the
car in gear, I thought to myself that beer and pizza on a Friday night was not
all that unusual for me. But three or perhaps more young boys for "dzert," to
molest, well, hell, gangbang, with the boys' eager assistance, was just a
little unusual. A fucking lot unusual. Maybe all this serving and
protecting I was doing was more rewarding than I thought. My dick agreed and
spurted precum, staining my uniform. I made a right turn out of the parking
lot and headed toward the highway.